• It was the time when lilies blow,
      And clouds are highest up in air,
    Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
      To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

    I trow they did not part in scorn:
      Lovers long-betrothed were they:
    They too will wed the morrow morn:
      God’s blessing on the day!

    “He does not love me for my birth,
      Nor for...

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    There was a Young Lady of Clare,

    Who was sadly pursued by a bear;

    When she found she was tired,

    She abruptly expired,

    That unfortunate Lady of Clare.


     <Publ. 1846>